Tasty Tales of Transformation

  Jack rushed past a crowd of sluggish moving museum goers, rudely shoving some out of his way as he made it to the entrance of the exhibit hall. It was a momentous occasion for him, the exhibit he’d always dreamed of seeing as a kid finally arrived to his city. Only took them 20 years. All that mattered though was it was here now and he couldn’t dare waste a second, slowly inching about the many displays lining the museum halls. He spent what felt like an eternity soaking in the sights of each artifact and the history of each display’s texts. Jack was a sucker for medieval era fantasy, and these relics of the past were the closest known in existence to making those fantasies feel like reality. The theme of the exhibit was Descendants of the First Dragons . It focused on an old race of warrior kingdoms and their inhabitants who were claimed to be carriers of Dragon’s blood, able to tap into the power of so called Dragon Veins to directly change the terrain they laid claim to, as we...

  Artwork by nyaaa28 “Dad, dad! Tell us a Christmas story!” little Billy shouted as he and his sister Lisa gathered around their father sat near an open fire. Their papa loomed large on his reclining chair but carried a warm serenity to him despite his size. “You little tots really should be getting to bed, but I suppose I can’t say no when in such a mood.” Dad said with a chuckle. “This time of year is very special for me. As you know, I met your mother this time of year.” “Why do you never tell us that story dad? Of how you met mom?” little Lisa pouted. Dad broke a nervous sweat and replied, “Thaaat, isn’t a story meant for children is why.” Dad then mumbled below his breath. The kids were restless though and making a fuss. Mom was out at the moment shopping and they felt this was their opportunity to pressure Dad into it. “Okay fine, fine! I’ll tell the tale.” Dad frantically agreed. “But, let me frame things in a way more uh… fit for you children.” Clearing his throat, Dad bega...